Francine
Mocha brown petite woman, with a smile that would melt the Himalaya’s.
We only knew each other for a short time, but as I remember, those times were exquisite, Francine.
Born of milk and honey sent by God himself, to establish your presence on his good earth, Francine. You epitomized womanhood at a very young age, giving birth to starlets that would soon rise to make others aware, Francine.
Your movement equaling that of a Jazz tune, commanding attention from all that would pass your way, just to receive your friendly warmth, Francine.
You were daughter, sister, mother and the driving force of a family, only to be shortened of time, Francine. And those that remember your life will surely remember your name, Francine.
By
Michael A. Bostick
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Be always safe,
Karen